What kind of man is this?

When Steve was stone cold sober and I asked him to drive,  he said that drinking doesn't normally denture me from driving-  I should have taken the keys and went w it.  When he refused to pull the car up (because the snow is 2ft deep). I should have taken the keys and went w it.  Why is it that complete strangers seem to remember what chilvary is but my own husband can't even define romance, care, or love?